My Semester’s Story
My Semester’s Story I groaned as I looked at the screen in front of me at the email I had just received. As my eyes found the name of the message’s sender, I felt shivers run down my spine. The email contained a simple message from a helpful and understanding man, yet I felt the pit of my stomach fill with fear nonetheless as I read his memo. My first semester was officially over, the deadline for every mighty deed to be completed was hours away, yet here I sat in front of a computer, a sick feeling of dread in my bones, reading an email that caused memories of my entire journey so far to crash into my mind. The email’s contents were neither threatening nor hostile, yet the feeling of calm, ominous expectation seeping through the words may have been the scariest thing I had faced my entire journey thus far. As my eyes soaked in the words, I felt the dread intensify. The name of the email’s topic was simply one word: “Dude,” and the rest of the message was equally simple: “Need the c...